While I may not yet consort
With gods I've lived to see
And speak of the great god
Pan ridiculed by
The flock flipping
Through their channels
Struggling to swim upstream
A surer source pulls my pen
At attention across page
After page gross
Bits of tasty gore
My death drive's
What keeps me
Alive the bitter
Pill on which I
Thrive my death
Drives what
Keeps me alive
While I acknowledge
There may be more
To life than to simply
Survive not afraid to die,
I fear the journey
To its gates the
Frightful sights
Along the way
My death drive
Will keep me
Alive my death
Drive will deeper
Than horror lies
Fear that flea
That multiples
With ages advance
Deeper than horror
Deeper than horror
Is fear I looked
About the room
But none saw as
They sat frozen
Awe slack jaws
Agape yawning into
The void I looked about
The room as the words
Were read weird images
Crept into my head lucid
Clarity overtook me as
The page turns as the
Page turns to the screen
Mystery regenerates and the
Force of a few words
Could shatter worlds